h the dust from your feet in that bath-room."
The tramp obeyed, and entered the room. The Doctor walked to the door,
and looked out reflectively on the paling sky. When he turned again he
noticed that the door of the bath-room was opened, and the tramp, who
had changed his clothes by the fading light, was drying his feet. The
Doctor approached, and stood for a moment watching him.
"What's the matter with your foot?"[1] he asked, after a pause.
"Born so."
The first and second toe were joined by a thin membrane.
"Both alike?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes," said the young man, exhibiting the other foot.
"What did you say your name was?"
"I didn't say it. It's Henry Guest, same as my father's."
"Where were you born?"
"Dentville, Pike County, Missouri."
"What was your mother's name?"
"Spalding, I reckon."
"Where are your parents now?"
"Mother got divorced from father, and married again down South,
somewhere. Father left home twenty years ago. He's somewhere in
California--if he ain't dead."
"He isn't dead."
"How do you know?"
"Because I am Henry Guest, of Dentville, and"--he stopped, and, shading
his eyes with his hand as he deliberately examined the tramp, added
coldly--"your father, I reckon."
There was a slight pause. The young man put down the boot he had taken
up. "Then I'm to stay here?"
"Certainly not. Here my name is only West, and I have no son. You'll
go on to San Jose, and stay there until I look into this thing. You
haven't got any money, of course?" he asked, with a scarcely suppressed
sneer.
"I've got a little," returned the young man.
"How much?"
The tramp put his hand into his breast, and drew out a piece of folded
paper containing a single gold coin.
"Five dollars. I've kept it a month; it doesn't cost much to live as I
do," he added, dryly.
"There's fifty more. Go to some hotel in San Jose, and let me know
where you are. You've got to live, and you don't want to work. Well,
you don't seem to be a fool; so I needn't tell you that if you expect
anything from me, you must leave this matter in my hands. I have
chosen to acknowledge you to-day of my own free will: I can as easily
denounce you as an impostor to-morrow, if I choose. Have you told your
story to any one in the valley?"
"No."
"See that you don't, then. Before you go, you must answer me a few
more questions."
He drew a chair to his table, and dipped a pen in the ink, as if to
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